Monday, March 9, 2015

[The following apologia/meditation comes from our friend, Diane, and could have the title “Why I am not leaving the Catholic Church.” It echoes my mind precisely and I couldn't have put it better myself. Thanks, Diane.]

Jesus, I
Want It All!

by Diane

Years
and years ago, I worked at an ad agency in downtown Winston-Salem. Every
Advent, one of my colleagues there used to don a sparkly red graphic sweatshirt
with the message: “Santa, I want it all!”

I
hereby claim a variation on this message to sum up my allegiance to Catholic
Church: “Jesus, I want it all!”

And
there's the rub. That's why I could never, ever be Orthodox. Especially not Convertodox – a member of the vocal,
polemical online convert community.

I
cannot believe that Jesus was incarnate, crucified, and resurrected for a small
part of the planet composed of Greece, Russia, and a few areas in the Middle
East. I cannot believe that East Is Right and West Is Wrong. I cannot believe
that the “phronema” is limited to one
spirituality, one cultural expression or one theological perspective. Or even
to just a few.

It
has been said that the West can accommodate the East better than the East can
accommodate the West. In my experience, this is abundantly true. Personally, I
know no Catholic who doesn't love icons or who feels weirdly out of place
during the sanctuary tour at the local Greek Festival. We are open to all that
stuff, the icons and iconostases and Pantocrators, the Jesus Prayer, the mysticism. We love
it all. We just don't happen to believe that it's all there is – or that everything else is wrong.

Moreover,
we want the “everything else”. The rich
diversity of Catholic spiritualities. The countless ways to pray, from Rosaries
and Novenas to wordless contemplation to charismatic praise and worship. The
endless variety of religious vocations – from the austere ascesis of the Carthusians to the baroque mysticism of the Carmelites to the charity-in-action of the Franciscans. Not to mention the varied
charisms of the many Catholic women's groups, lay and religious.

Jesus,
I want it all. I don't even want to exclude the best of Protestant culture and
spirituality. I've lived here in the Bible Belt for 25 years, and I've come to
appreciate the gifts our separated brethren possess, which we would do well to
emulate: evangelical fervor, zeal for souls, ardent love of Jesus, intimate
knowledge of Scripture, fearless willingness to preach Christ Crucified. I love
much of Protestant hymnody, from the 1940
Episcopal Hymnal (still the gold standard in my opinion) to Southern Gospel
(black and white) to the Sacred
Harp “shape-note” tradition.

Moreover,
as a Catholic, I am free to appreciate these authentically good elements of
Protestantism. I don’t have to reject them all out of hand as hopelessly
heterodox or as rife with “prelest”. As a Catholic, I
believe that our separated brethren are incompletely—yet genuinely—joined with
us Catholics, and that what is true and beautiful in their traditions is true
and beautiful for us as well. This does not mean that I accept everything
indiscriminately or that I blindly adhere to anything that contradicts Catholic
Church Teaching. No way. But, as the Decree on Ecumenism states, many elements
of Catholic grace and truth exist outside of the Catholic Church's visible
bounds. I rejoice in this.

Jesus,
I want it all. Sun-bleached Greek monasteries and French Gothic cathedrals.
Ancient chants and baroque Masses and even shape-note fuguing hymns. I want
everything that is true and good, everything that comes from You, in this whole
big wide world (East and West) in which You were incarnate and for which You
died.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

If you are at a Justin Bieber concert and you spy a young lad and lassie making out furiously in the aisle, let me be the first to acknowledge something. It is possible that these two sincerely love each other and in ten years will be happily married with three kids and a nice house in the suburbs. But let me also be the first to point out that no one would fault you if you thought these two were at least to some degree just using each other and were dispensing with any self-respect they might have, trading it for stimulation in the passion and heat of the moment.

Likewise no one would fault you if you doubted the sincerity of a quadruple apology made publicly on a blog by someone who was virtually unknown to four better-known people for unspecified offenses. Even if the apologizer uses the strongest terms for himself in order to appear self-flagellatory — demonic and satanic, for instance — the fact that one of them didn't even know he had attacked him might detract from the perception of seriousness on the part of third party passers-by.
I hope that no one who really feels the need to apologize to me ever decides to just throw me into a category of people-I-may-have-offended-if-they-knew-who-I-was-and-what-I-said and then thinks they've done something unburdening and praiseworthy by making an impassioned public apology, chewing the scenery like a starved chihuahua. Just say it to me directly and privately; email is fine.

I imagine you might hear a security guard at that Bieber concert whisper to another, "See her over there, making out with that dude? She's that hate-mail chick who's trying to get back-stage." Then you hear the other one nod and say "Got it. I'll keep an eye."

This is just a notification that I'll probably be mostly a "weekend warrior" on the blogging front for the foreseeable future. I have made a major change in my "day-job" employment which should be an improvement in the long-term, but the adjustment period will most definitely see a drop in posting. My mates might pick up the slack, who knows. We may be headed toward a heavy news season on our favorite topic. April showers supposedly bring May flowers, right?

The Fight Against Evil

"It is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or for a passing age of the world. We should seek a final end of this menace, even if we do not hope to make one." — Gandalf the Wizard, The Fellowship of the Ring